Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Armenia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bad Manners to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Cheater Slicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Agitation Free,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
The Leaves,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zero Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
KRS-One,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ken Boothe,
Cal Tjader,
June of 44,
Tres Demented,
Ponytail,
Pagans,
Visage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Laurel Aitken,
Skarface,
Y Pants,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Move,
X-Ray Spex,
Fugazi,
Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Anthony Braxton,
Lower 48,
Intrusion,
Bobby Sherman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Leonard Cohen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cymande,
The Fire Engines,
The Doors,
This Heat,
New Order,
James White and The Blacks,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
F. McDonald,
Howard Jones,
Au Pairs,
Porter Ricks,
The Angels of Light,
Flipper,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.